Make Sense lyrics

[Intro]
Next up, yeah double cup
Yeah
Based1 got them bands, ho

[Chorus]
This sh*t don't make sense
Claiming that you was a shooter but you on the bench
Saying you got hella money, you can’t pay your rent
Seeing your b*tch is a dime, she a basic b*tch
Yeah, she a basic b*tch
This sh*t don't make sense
Claiming that you was a shooter but you on the bench
Saying you got hella money, you can't pay your rent
Seeing your b*tch is a dime, she a basic b*tch
Yeah, she a basic b*tch

[Verse 1]
And then I lane switch
These b*tches love me, got money and yeah I’m famous
We come from nothing steppin on, leave you brainless
We kill them softly leave his body in the pavement
Too many bullets we shootin' that GTA sh*t
That n*gga wasted
And these n*ggas really mad, yeah they hatin'
And I had to get a bag 'cause I made it
She said she want it from the back, I go waste in
My n*ggas too efficient
These n*ggas claiming that they royal, I gotta blow the whistle
My n*ggas turnin' all to steel 'cause I get the pistol
These choppas aiming for your head and they won't miss you
These bullets gonna kiss you

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, my diamonds they shinin' yeah they dangerous
n*ggas claimin’ they loyal but they can’t hang with us
'Cause it’s all we got n*gga and we dangeorus
And it's all we need n*gga you can't bang with us

[Chorus]
This sh*t don't make sense
Claiming that you was a shooter but you on the bench
Saying you got hella money, you can’t pay your rent
Seeing your b*tch is a dime, she a basic b*tch
Yeah, she a basic b*tch
This sh*t don't make sense
Claiming that you was a shooter but you on the bench
Saying you got hella money, you can't pay your rent
Seeing your b*tch is a dime, she a basic b*tch
Yeah, she a basic b*tch

[Verse 2]
I had to run up my bag and now they mad at me
Know these n*ggas is trash it's all causuality
My n*ggas up now, I need a bust down
And I was runnin' to the money took the fast route
You take the bust now
You better back down
And I was dead broke, n*gga can't relax now
And now I'm up n*gga, they know I'm true to this
She wanna f*ck n*ggas, because I'm super rich
And that's a man down n*gga
Just put your hands down n*gga
I'm getting bands now n*gga
And now they mad at me
Lil n*gga after school servin' facilities
I was runnin' out on past couldn't tackle me

[Post-Chorus]
Do what I want n*gga
This school is searching me, keep the choppas and trunks n*gga
I'm throwin' bullets down the field and you love n*gga
I wouldn't try me nobody can trust. ain't love n*gga
No we can't f*ck with them

[Chorus]
This sh*t don't make sense
Claiming that you was a shooter but you on the bench
Saying you got hella money, you can't pay your rent
Seeing your b*tch is a dime, she a basic b*tch
Yeah, she a basic b*tch
This sh*t don't make sense
Claiming that you was a shooter but you on the bench
Saying you got hella money, you can't pay your rent
Seeing your b*tch is a dime, she a basic b*tch
Yeah, she a basic b*tch